These Immortal Souls - Hide lyrics

I will have no truck with you I will not venture from this room Or burn myself with fevered light Or wound myself with all that sight will bring I will not sing for you (The urchin rags that once you wore lie scattered on the road and more) The holy grail all wondrous woken Lies still neath ground all softly spoken But in bed but in be doubtful So much to choke on every mouthful I want I don't I crave I cross My heart and hope to love the loss And all around are damning wonders Who take you in and hold you under For I have cradled melancholy And teased and worried naked folly (Destroy me well destroy me true And I will always think of you) The holy grail all wondrous woken Lies still neath ground all softly spoken But in bed but in be doubtful So much to choke on every mouthful I want I don't I crave I cross My heart and hope to love the loss I will not shed my skin for you Or dip my hat when shunning will plainly do